Falling To Pieces [on Hold- rewriting]

CHAPTER 6- A Painful Reality

Not edited, so please ignore the mistakes and I'll edit this as soon as I edit the others.

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*Scarlett's POV*

Imagine it. Imagine looking into a tv and watching yourself on the screen. Imagine you see your skin tearing apart and imagine the feeling you get when you turn on the water and the spray comes out really hot so you quickly turn it off, but imagine leaving it on and letting the scolding water hit your skin. You feel every sizziling drop that starts to disfigure you as the skin on your body boils and stretches until it breaks and falls off your figure.

Imagine it, because that is how I have felt for over the past week. I was watching myself as the skin on my body burned with every touch, well it felt that way. On the outside I looked perfectly fine.

The girl in my dream had kept her promise. I was living in hell. They would burn my body and I would have no way to stop it.

They took away my ability to control my body but they would leave my ability to talk. My screaming has the doctors in the metal facility concerned and frustrated.

The souls would let me hear what the doctors would be thinking as they cuffed me to the bed and injected me with whatever was necessary to stop my screeching.

'We should just put her down, give her peace' he was the nicest of his colleagues.

'and I thought my wife was fucked up' He was a cheater who would soon try to get his wife in here and take her families money.

'I hate this place, they should just shoot everyone in here and have us not waste our time' He was the one who would rather let us die than actually do his job and help us. I also knew he sometimes would inject a patient double the medication and actually kill them if they had given him a hard time.

'I would do her. If she wasn't bat shit crazy, but then again. The crazier they are the better they fuck' He was the one who would sometimes sneak into patients rooms and have his way with them. I mean, it was a doctors word against the crazy patients.

Still there was not one trustworthy doctor in Hanwell asylum. After my dream I had woken up in a small rock like bed and a doctor lifting up my shirt. When he saw that I was awake he scooted away, cleared his throat and began to explain where I was and why.

My name was Scarlett Green. Just turned fifteen years of age and a member of the Dark Knight pack in Utah. I was rejected three weeks ago by Cole Knight on his sixteenth birthday and was currently in Hanwell Asylum for aggressive behavior, hallucinations, self harm, and depression.

I was to take my daily medication and to attended every group meetings. That's it. It was unclear when I would be released. "As long as it takes to make sure you get better." The doctor had said. He was the decent one who had a bald head and small brown eyes.

Endless white halls and several rooms decorated the entire institute. My room was all padded and my only attire would be grey sweat pants, underwear, bra and a white long sleeved shirt. A nurse would come at the end of every day to get our clothes and take it to wash. One set of clothes, that's it. So while they took it to wash you were left alone naked in your room until they returned it.

The voices would especially come out to play during laundry time and they would take over and scream at the guards outside to look at me. They would flaunt my body and say suggestive words at them while I cried inside in sheer terror for the possibility that they might take the voices up on their offer of my body.